falling tree

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With each assertion

tempered with doubt,

I quaver

and do not move—

as if a leaf

in autumn

indecisively about to fall.

 

Always on the cusp

of desire,

I stutter and fail.

What I would say

folds obliquely

into silence.

 

As if what one says matters,

when no one is there to hear.

 

(August 4, 2018)

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